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murder = out.
= birth blouse.
mirror = glass spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = saint.
Death the howls from our hands.
= noise nest.
TV = test.
mirror = gun kiss.
= birth bait.
murder = fate.
death distills the from our dance.
death inverts the red romance.
x-rays the angels of chance.
death; the mirror of infants.
Like a picture beneath the digital Avalanche.
When cecilia's grave like a dirt cacoon,
she pulled up a at the silhouette saloon.
The player piano crippled jigs,
black widows knitting wigs.
When throat slit like a second set of lips
she drooled braille bibles the brothel bed spread,
like an egg whose yoke defies bearing hips.
a ghost who fears all of the deceased and dead.
(time eats the flesh and spits out the like a useless wishbone.)
But that locket around her neck,
whose hearth heats a valentine,
you know the phantom trail way to a muted grave.
Where is his voice
A dead tone in the flutter of wings,
is his blushed cheek now,
A unraveled in shadow, veiled in blind laughter.
Where are sex ripened lips,
his kiss print warm on several necks.
Where is love

murder = out.
cancer = blouse.
mirror = glass spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = saint.
Death decodes the from our hands.
skull = nest.
TV = test.
= siamese gun kiss.
sugar = bait.
murder = fate.
death distills the camouflage our dance.
inverts the red from romance.
Death the angels of chance.
the anti mirror of infants.
Like a picture hiding the digital Avalanche.